Blackfeather Woods Red Dye

It took at dark girl a few more seconds to draw herself away from the Keep, not that Nemesis minded. The spark of determination was clear in Kendra's eyes, one that to be honest, surprised her. From what she knew, it was rare that a pup of Kendra's age already held a sense of bold presistance that some only acquired when they matured. But Kendra seemed to be beyond her age, thinking and aiming larger than any normal pup would. It made her proud, even though she had no right to be. But the fact that Meldresi would be, made it better.

As Kendra slipped beneath her, finding her way through her legs and ahead, Nemesis walked just a little bit faster to keep up with the girl. Size didn't seem to matter for Kendra's actions darted all over the place, finding it hard to keep a steady eye on her. It was normal that while Kendra wanted to follow the path of her mother, had her own idea of what that may be. "Of course you don't have to, just because your mother did it does not mean you must do the exact same thing. She would be proud of you just the same," She didn't believe that a child should be forced to take after everything their parents did. Sure, it was nice that Kendra harboured the same talents as Meldresi but one day she could decide a new path for herself. 

The snow around them covered most of the wildlife underneath. Spring would not arrive for many moons. "Perhaps if we dig away some of the snow we can find some plants," She pondered outloud. The sun was out that day, making the air not terribly cold. Maybe she would take Kendra on these outings more often, plus it wasn't like she didn't go by herself anyways. The more the pups knew about Blackfeather's land, the better. If one day one of them decided to get lost (again) they would know their own way back. The idea seemed solid in her mind, as she too had much to explore if she wanted to earn her Scout trade. "There, what's that?" It resembled a weed, and it probably was a weed, but Nemesis didn't know better. It had spikes, warning her not to touch it. "Isn't it a.. thi- thistle?" The name was familiar yet foreign on her tongue. It didn't have it's usual pinkish colour on top but brown and decayed, so she really couldn't tell. Turning to Kendra, she seemed genuinely confused. This time, she was the student instead of the teacher.